It’s bizarre to say that after a week of awful and a hugely busy weekend I feel better, but really, I do. My case of the crap has been downgraded to a dry hack and a splash of wheezing. That’s a victory in my book.
This is also a blessing because I am sleeping at home this week – Dad had knee surgery over the weekend and Mom is out of town on business, so I am the stay-at-home sis. Mind you I came home to a father who was literally so exhausted that he was hysterical. And by hysterical, I meant that he was spontaneously breaking into tears over EVERYTHING.
So when Billy busted in through the garage at 8:00 pm, let me tell you, I have never heard such a welcome sound in my entire life. If he hadn’t showed up (and this was unplanned, mind you), I’m pretty sure I would still be scampering around the house Dad-proofing the place (i.e. no rugs, no narrow walkways, etc.).
Tonight when I scored the Lunds bagger that walks your groceries to your car, it was like winning the lottery.